An oasis of bliss

Saturday, August 7, 2010

The strangest thing happened to me the other day. For the first time in, like, ages, I felt blissful.

No, I wasn't smoking anything. Or playing with pharmaceuticals. Come to think of it, I wasn't doing much of anything when it hit me: when I realized that I was happy with everything.

My hubby. My home. My work. The kitten of mass destruction.

Heck, even the dreaded WIP.

Maybe stuff like that happens to you all the time. For me, I tend to worry a little bit. Okay, a lot. About things I could do better. Things I should have done differently. Things that might go wrong.

Hey, even cheerleaders worry if it's gonna rain on game day. Or if their waterproof mascara really is waterproof. Or so I've heard.

Now does that mean I now see rainbows and cute puppies everywhere I look? Not really.

But it's pretty darn easy to find things to be happy about. Maybe it's not as easy as finding stuff to bitch and whine about. Then again, I've got a few decades worth of practice with that particular skill.